I guess I have a gift for expressing pedestrian tastes. In a way, it's kind of depressing.

It's hard to be religious when certain people are never incinerated by bolts of lightning.

I'm willing to take the blame if the strip goes down the drain, and I want the credit if it succeeds. So long as it has my name on it, I want it to be mine.

A box of new crayons! Now they’re all pointy, lined up in order, bright and perfect. Soon they’ll be a bunch of ground down, rounded, indistinguishable stumps, missing their wrappers and smudged with other colors. Sometimes life seems unbearably tragic.

When birds burp, it must taste like bugs.

When I get to the drawing, I really enjoy taking a big chunk of time and working on the drawing and nothing else. That allows me to make sure that I'm really challenging the art, making each picture as interesting as I can.

It's going to be a grim day when the world is run by a generation that doesn't know anything but what it's seen on TV.